You're stalking me," Owen said.
Sterling shook his head. "I prefer the word 'following'; it sounds less creepy."
"But that doesn't make it any less annoying." Owen said,raising his eyebrows. "You almost make me wish you were mine to deal with; I can promise you'd be regretting this behavior very soon."
That wiped the grin off Sterling's place. "God, I wouldn't regret anything if I was. Yours, I mean. I'd let you do whatever you wanted.
"'Let me'?" Owen asked pointedly. "Somehow, I think you've misunderstood the definition of submission.

Author: Jane Davitt